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There's nothing left to say except the obvious, the empty
The erudite one lies and squirms
That's how I fall
We're searching, we're hoping, for something to save us
There's still nothing left
And as the truth has been revealed and the tables have been turned
This distance brings me falling to my knees again
When elegy is memory
Shazzamo; they'll never know
That's how I fall
We're becoming sentient, soulless machines
Breathing, bleeding, knee-deep in apathy
And as the truth has been revealed and the tables have been turned
This distance brings me falling to my knees again
And if it makes you smile then I would say these words to you
And if it makes you smile then I would end this life tonight
Hey, Emptiness; this is our salute to every breath, every tear
You made it real, the beauty of loving you
You don't have to suffer, you don't have to see this to the end